Spring 1989
We sat at a table
In The Hard Rock Café
The Stone Rose’s debut
Was the latest thing
Their songs were relayed
And we had a sing
Ate chicken and chips
And looking around
Everyone there
Was tuned into their
sound
I’m looking back that now
On that escapade
Surrounded by baggies
Casually displayed
As Madchester’s finest
On the turntable played
And the optimism
On everyone’s face
Made the world seem
A safer and happier place
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